When I Arrive Home


When I arrive home the first thing I feel is relief. Then I smell the warm, balmy, earthy air and I feel exhilarated. Then I see the faces of my family members and we always cry. I’m so tired from the travel yet every cell in me is alive and alert. We drive away from the airport and through suburbs that spread out to forest. Then there is the quiet chatter and the hum of the highway. Green all around and that blue, blue sky, so large always … and the wet, earthy smell. Then the sugar cane starts and all around there are the rainforest shrouded hills and then the river escorts us to the town that is our destination. I feel calm as we enter the community, familiar to me now. Then I arrive at my sister’s home, my home. I can’t wait to be home again … it’s been too long.

May 25, 2014


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